The Deep End (Psych, semi-open)

The night air rushes to greet me as I step out into the open, bare feet feeling the hard wooden forch in front of my house. A warm glow pours out the window. It's a flickering light, from my fireplace. But it's such a warm night, I thought I'd read outside. The rocking chair on my porch sits just by the window.
I take a seat, drinking in the warm light as it spills over me. I begin to rock slowly back and forth. The creaking seems to echo through the stillness of the night.
I look down the long path downhill. In the distance, I see the lights of the peirs. Even farther I see the moonlight sparkling off the lake. A silver white light...
I automatically lift a hand up to feel my hair, bringing it forward to see the metalic locks. Silvery, like a fish. Like the moon off the water. Like me.
Leaning back on the chair, I bring up the book, opening up to the page where I left off.
I run towards the water, already hearing the dolphins calling. Tears spill out of my eyes. This is where I belong. Not with the scientists, that make me tell them about my family. Not with people who leave me. Not with parents I don't know. But with the dolphins. For they are my one and only family...
My fingers run along the edge of the book, and I look up. Funny. I thought I heard someone.
But I don't investigate further, just get obsorbed back into my book, where I am oblivious to everything except the beautiful words.